[She is, technically, but Nate does not give one single damn. They ride together, they die together; he's not leaving if she can't.
But just then he spots something ahead in the dark, half-hidden by the gloom. There's no time to explain, no time to do anything but take a leap of faith, so he scoops her up in his arms without warning, carrying her like he did that day out of Shambhala.
Something even further in the gloom hisses as he charges forward, like it's anticipating their arrival, and all he can imagine is an enormous black mouth opening wide enough to encompass the entire hallway. But he doesn't stop, actually moves faster, until—
—he drops to his knees and carries them down through the rotted point in the deck, ready to take his chances with whatever lies below this section of the Moira.]
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[She is, technically, but Nate does not give one single damn. They ride together, they die together; he's not leaving if she can't.
But just then he spots something ahead in the dark, half-hidden by the gloom. There's no time to explain, no time to do anything but take a leap of faith, so he scoops her up in his arms without warning, carrying her like he did that day out of Shambhala.
Something even further in the gloom hisses as he charges forward, like it's anticipating their arrival, and all he can imagine is an enormous black mouth opening wide enough to encompass the entire hallway. But he doesn't stop, actually moves faster, until—
—he drops to his knees and carries them down through the rotted point in the deck, ready to take his chances with whatever lies below this section of the Moira.]